that storm...
my son--
the whirlwind.
And nothing will be able
to stop you...
not even yourself.
This is for Leto.
We've confirmed that it was
Ghanima's knife that killed Palimbasha.
And the communicator he was wearing?
Off-world manufacture for sure.
We found a transceiver implanted
in a tiger's neck.
And we also found this in the desert.
Should I arrange transport
to the palace?
No!
Whoever will benefit
from the death of these children...
will not rest until
they're sure they've succeeded.
Until the time is right...
she'll be safer here than anywhere.
Sand trout.
So you know your desert farming,
young Atreides.
That's right, Atreides.
Don't be foolish.
We have your water in our cup.
Alive? She's alive?
We must improvise quickly.
Tell our man in the Atreides palace,
the priest Javid...
he must stir Alia's pot some more.
Yes, Princess.
They left our priest's body
where we would be sure to find it.
He was assassinated by Fremen rebels
from a sietch near Hirbana Erg.
He was traveling with diplomatic
immunity when they attacked.
They carved blasphemy
into his skin, milady.
Horrible, profane curses
about you and your family.
''Cursed be the name Atreides.
Burning be on you for the abomination
you have visited on our desert.
You shall have no soul, no spirit.
You shall not be permitted
to come up from the depths.''
The obscenities
of desert rebels, Holiness.
An example must be made...
to warn other tribes what happens...
if they persist
in this insurrection.
No mercy.
I want all traces of
the rebel sietch wiped out.
You will be Leto...
son of Muad'Dib.
I am Sabiha.
I am meant to watch over you.
Yes, and no doubt kill me
if I try to escape.
That won't happen.
Drink.
I warn you, any attempt at witchery
shall result in immediate execution.
We are seeking safe harbor,
not an opportunity for treachery.
So you say.
But why should we risk...
sheltering fugitives
from the Imperium?
Who says that we are fugitives?
Your confrontation with Alia
has already taken on...
mythic proportions, Lady Jessica.
Several Fremen tribes are known to be
in open revolt against the Quizrate.
Civil war seems imminent.
My grandchildren will prevent that.
Not if they're dead.
I'm sorry,Jessica Atreides...
to be the bearer of bad news, but...
it seems your grandchildren
have been the victims...
of a well-planned
assassination plot.
- Assassination?
- Our reports indicate...
the Atreides twins went missing
from Sietch Tabr.
They were attacked in the desert.
Leto was killed.
They're not sure
what became of the girl.
We have reason to believe Alia herself
may have planned the killings.
- That is impossible.
-Jessica.
It's well known your daughter's
on the verge of abomination.
Since Muad'Dib's heirs
were of age...
they were soon to be invested
with all the powers of his government.
Alia's role as regent
was coming to an end unless--
unless your grandchildren
could be eliminated...
and the blame laid on her enemies.
On us.
Events on Arrakis are spinning
wildly out of control...
Jessica Atreides.
Now, we can retreat and watch
the empire collapse on top of us...
or we can give each other sanctuary.
I can protect you
from Alia's reach...
and you can protect me
from her madness.
And how do I do that?
By announcing publicly that we did not
kidnap you, as Alia now alleges--
that you came of your own free will,
an emissary of the Bene Gesserit...
sent to...
take over the education of my son.
You want me to teach him
as the Bene Gesserit are taught?
An offer I could not resist.
Your mentat is conspicuous
by his silence.
One must be careful to evaluate...
who has the advantage
in such situations.
Perhaps there is
mutual advantage all around.
Stilgar refuses
to allow Ghanima to travel...
saying she's not strong enough...
saying her safety
cannot be guaranteed.
- He has offered sanctuary.
- He is naib of the sietch.
- We cannot